Boruma Publishing

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but this anthology’s so delightful! Nothing makes the holiday sweeter than enchanting tales about true love and hot erotic sex. Come bask in the heat of these three bestselling stories, together for the first time in one sizzling volume! The Snow Maid, Tamarin’s Awakening, and Sexy Little Runaway are sure to light your fire and keep you warm all winter long!The Snow MaidBill Carter was starving and dying of exposure when he fell asleep by the standing stone in the Russian Arctic. Sacrificing his life to save his friends, he never expected to wake up, warm, safe and healed, in the presence of the immortal Snow Maid.Polina had been alone for decades, her youth slowly draining away as belief in her faded in the world above. She had taken Bill's life in trade for those of his companions. Will the heat of their passion ignite an eternal love, or are the differences between them too great?Tamarin’s AwakeningProfessor Brody Wyman had lusted after pretty Tamarin for years, ever since the summer he’d accidentally glimpsed her skinny-dipping down in the creek beyond her family’s farm. But he never dared to cross that forbidden line between fantasy and reality…until her father was killed in a tragic accident, and she turned to him for comfort. Sexy Little RunawayHawke had been living alone for so many years that he’d almost forgotten how incredible sex could be. Now he wasn’t alone anymore—not since he’d found a ragged little runaway hiding in his barn, and realized that she was an outrageously sexy teenage girl!Having sex really was like riding a bike. No matter how long it had been, your body remembered. And his was coming alive again with a vengeance! How long could he manage to keep his hands off her, before hot lust tore him apart?

Olivia wakes up seeing an unfamiliar ceiling and lying in an unfamiliar bed. The last thing she remembers is celebrating her eighteenth-birthday and now she's wrapped up in a swaddle and sucking on a dummy. There must have been something that's happened in between, but she doesn't remember any of it. Then, an Alpha walks into the room and picks her up and she does the one thing she knows and starts crying.

A careless mistake convinced Jason that for his wife’s sake, he had to abandon the Dominant/submissive aspect of their marriage. Now, he realizes that giving up Lila’s submission was an even bigger mistake. After months of believing he rejected her, she won’t even talk about it. He’s determined to reclaim her, but he’ll have to break down her resistance before he can regain her trust. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “Where do you think you’re going?” Lila’s hand froze on the knob for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure. “You know perfectly well where I’m going,” she snapped at her husband.  “You didn’t say anything to me about it.” She whirled toward the sound of Jason’s voice, startled by how quickly and quietly he had crossed the room. Another few steps and he was beside her, leaning casually against the door she was about to open. Despite his relaxed posture, there was a keen watchfulness in his gray-green eyes that reminded her of a cat waiting for the movement that would trigger it to pounce. She turned the knob and pulled, but he held the door closed. “Knock it off, Jason. I’m meeting the same friends I’ve been meeting every Friday. Now let me open the door.” Without taking his hand off the door, he angled his body behind hers. She spun to keep facing him as he pivoted toward the wall. She didn’t realize she had been backing up until she felt the wall against her backside. He moved closer until she was backed completely against the wall. He waited for her to make eye contact. When she didn’t, he reached for her chin and tilted her face up toward his. She tossed her head, but he caught her chin. “Look at me, kitten.” Her eyes locked on his automatically. She was too busy sorting out how she felt about being called “kitten” to balk at his order. “Kitten” was a name Jason hadn’t used in nearly a year—not since the day he decided their relationship would change forever.  She tried again to jerk her chin away, but he tightened his grip. Unwilling to acknowledge the heat in his gaze, she let her eyes wander to the lock of dark hair that had fallen forward to rest rakishly over his eyebrow. “Kitten,” Jason warned when she broke eye contact. His voice was low and serious. She thought of it as his “I mean business” Dom's voice, and it made her shiver. She ignored the fluttery feeling in her stomach. “Don’t call me that!” He searched her face without responding to her demand. He expected her anger, but he was looking for something else. The arch of her eyebrows and the set of her mouth conveyed her indignation, but he knew it was her eyes that would tell him the whole story. They were large and expressive, fringed by sable lashes that shielded her gaze when her eyes were averted. Anger smoldered in their dark brown depths as she glared up at him. She narrowed her eyes and tried to pull away, but she had nowhere to go. Undeterred, Jason shifted to insinuate his leg between her thighs. Her eyes widened in shock, and for a moment she dropped her guard. Beneath the anger, he could see pain and longing. He took his hand from the door and brushed her honey-brown hair back from her face. “You’re staying home with me tonight, kitten.” “You have no right to call me that!” She pushed at his chest, but he caught her wrist and pinned it back against the wall. When she tried to pull his hand away from her chin, he caught her other hand. He gathered her wrists in one hand and held them crossed against the wall over her head, leaving his other hand free to roam. “No right? That’s what we’re going to find out.” He ran his hand slowly down her side. “We have all night to see whether or not I still have the right.”

In this Werewolf Adoption Bundle, innocent, hapless young women are adopted by Alpha Werewolves. Here, you will find: Caretaker Delia works a job where she is unappreciated and underpaid. Her social life is nonexistent, her career is a joke, and to top it all off, her apartment is haunted. She's a human in a world owned by Werewolves and it's impossible for her to fit in unless she embraces the lifestyle that werewolves have deemed suitable for fragile humans such as herself, bundled up in swaddles and fed from bottles. Sweet Little Jason's an Alpha Werewolf without a Little. So, he goes to one of those facilities where they regress humans into Littles and adopt a sweet, eighteen-year-old human for himself. Anya is a petite Little who's new to the system and needs a little more training to make her just the perfect fit of him. He coddles her when she's good, but when she misbehaves... that's when the fun starts. Crybaby Olivia wakes up lying in an unfamiliar bed. The last thing she remembers is celebrating her eighteenth-birthday and now she's wrapped up in a swaddle and sucking on a dummy. There must have been something that's happened in between, but she doesn't remember any of it. Then, an Alpha walks into the room and picks her up and she does the one thing she knows and cries. Reluctantly Rescued Elly is happy with her life. She enjoys waking up from in her crib, having her nappy changed and then being held in a warm pair of arms as she is being fed from a milk bottle. So, when she wakes up one day in a hospital and is told by the police in uniform that she has been 'saved from those dreadful werewolves and their sick fantasies', she's understandably confused and adamant on going home. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Excerpt from Reluctantly Rescued:  Elly wakes up feeling adrift and not at all like herself. The first sign that things aren't normal is that she can move around freely.  She looks around, trying to find Daddy. He doesn't like leaving her alone for very long, so she knows he'll be close. The more she looks, the more she panicked she gets because there are many people moving about and none of them is her Daddy. Her eyes fill with tears and she curls her knees up against her chest. She resists the urge to suck her thumb in her mouth because she doesn't know if her thumb is clean and Daddy gets upset when she does it. "Hello," one of the older nurses walk over to her side, the skin between her brow furrowing when she looks at her. "How're you feeling, darling?" she asks. Daddy says she shouldn't talk to strangers, but if she doesn't talk to her, she won't be able to help her find her Daddy. "Where's Daddy?" she asks, her voice a little shrill and panicked because she's feeling a little panicked. Her heart is beating very quickly. "Your father's not here," she says kindly. "Do you remember how you got here?" She shakes her head and curls up tighter. The last thing she remembers is going out for a walk with Daddy for their weekly walk and then running into one of his friends. She doesn't like John. He is always looking at her like there's something wrong with her. "You were rescued," she says. "Someone remembers seeing your missing poster and rescued you from your kidnappers." "Rescued?" she echoes, her voice shrill and child-like. It makes the nurse cringe and she doesn't feel any better for having said it in the first place. The word feels weird on her tongue, feels wrong. She didn't- she doesn't need rescuing. She's happy with Daddy. She remembers how terrible her life was before Daddy came along and took care of everything for her. "Yes," she says and her enthusiasm is fast waning, like Elly isn't what she had expected and she's fast losing interest. Elly doesn't blame her. She had been invisible before her Daddy found her too. Daddy sees her though. Daddy sees her all the time and takes care of her and makes sure she's always warm and her tummy is always full and he gives the best hugs. She misses him. She wishes he was

Sara likes to tease her students. Dressing inappropriately, strutting around the classroom flaunting her body. When they look at her, it feeds Sara's dark fantasy of being taken by a group of students who punish her for being a tease. When Sara catches two problem students who she'd lectured in front of the class texting about what they'd do to her, it’s like a fantasy come true. Caught up in the excitement, Sara decides to embarrass them by letting the class know they think she's hot, then threatening to expel them to teach them a lesson and fuel her own fantasy of making students want to make her pay for her behavior. But when one of the students catches Sara in a place she shouldn't be, it’s the teacher who's going to be taught a lesson, a hard lesson: the lesson of ‘be careful what you wish for.’ ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ Sara spotted a DVD featuring a woman standing on a desk, exposing her breasts. “Stripped for the Class.” She snatched it up, wondering how many women who liked them were actual teachers?  Did a lot of men buy them remembering that one hot teacher it seemed every guy had at some point? Why did she care? Because she was obsessed at this point. Obsessed enough the movies were going to set her back over $150, and she was fine with it. What she wasn’t fine with was hearing Tonya say good night and seeing her heading for the door. Sara made her way out of the aisle, but stopped. What was she going to do, ask her to go back just to ring her out? Tonya waved. “Night, T will be out in a minute.” Sara returned the wave and headed up to the counter hoping T was a woman. No, that was ridiculous, she was a grown woman and shouldn’t care what a guy thought about her for buying porn. She put the movies on the counter and noticed a basket of DVDs marked 3for $10 on the floor. Seeing “T” hadn’t come out yet, she bent down and fished through the movies.  She didn’t see anything she liked and straightened up. “Oh my god!” She blurted when she found herself staring at Troy behind the counter.  “Holy crap!” Troy’s expression mirrored hers, except he wasn’t turning red and she doubted he felt the sharp stab of fear in her stomach she was experiencing.  “I…” Sara had no idea what to say. “Miss Jenks!” Troy’s surprised look shifted into a nasty smirk. “What brings you here?” Come on, say something. “Just what everyone else is doing here.” “Just buying some porn?” The smirk grew wider.  “I changed my mind.”  “Let’s see,” Troy scooped up them up. “Put those down!”  “Nope, I want to see what floats your boat,” he lifted the first one. “Stripped for the Class. Interesting choice.” He held it up and turned it to the side pointing at the women on the cover. “I do see a resemblance in the chest department.” He held the next one up turning it to the side. “Field Trip Blowbang?” He whistled. “Wow, that’s hardcore.”  He put it on the counter. “I’m impressed, I thought a stuck up snot like you would be a dud.” Troy looked back at movies in his hand. “Bound Gang Bangs 5.” He held it up before scanning it, why did he keep doing that? “Hey, look there’s a school gang bang scene in this one too.”  He dropped it on top of the others as she stood there, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation.  “Hard Lessons 2.” He tapped the case. “I think you said hard lessons to me today, didn’t you?” “It’s a common expression.” “And this was held aside for you, meaning you ordered it.” He repeated the process of lifting it to eye level before scanning it. “Thinking about it while you slutted around class?” He slipped the movies into a black plastic bag.  “Watch how you speak t

Stranded in Wolf Crossing, with the stage not running because of bandits, Little Jill hitches a ride with a liquor drummer, who is happy to swap sex for transportation. When she arrives in Lizard Creek intent on finding out what happened to her husband, she introduces herself as Little Jill. After all, George Emerson, who owns the store here, had her at a party in Wolf Crossing. She is also working with Bart, a bounty hunter, tracking down three outlaws she met in Wolf Crossing. She knows they are connected to George Emerson.  She finds the town is run by two men, George and the man who owns the hotel and saloon, Bill Williams. And despite the town being bankrupt, there is a deadly struggle for power. Husband Dave inadvertently got involved and now Jill uses her smarts, her body, and her friends to unravel the secrets of the town.  In the process, she firmly lays claim to her new life as a western whore. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ The next morning, I went to the bank and met Otto. He was a small man with a nervous pinched face that made him look judgmental, but as I talked to him, I realized it was just uncertainty. He listened as I told him the story of my mythical friend who asked me to check on her husband.  I don’t know if he bought it, but he pretended to be sympathetic. “What can I tell you?” “I need your help. I have no idea where to start looking,” I said. “It’s a big territory.” He nodded. “Finding one claim… there are many, many claims to sort through.” “I don’t mind going through them.” He looked shocked. “I can’t let you have access to county records. The most I could do is offer to do a title search.” He looked up. “I’d have to do that on my own time, you understand.” “I’d be grateful if you could,” I said. A light glimmered in his eye. “I am a very busy man.” I took out a piece of paper and showed it to him. I’d written down Dave’s name and the approximate date when he would have filed his claim. “This is what I know. I’d be glad to compensate you for your time if you could locate any information.” “Are you offering a county official a bribe?” “Of course not. I was offering you compensation for your time… your free time.” He shook his head. “A county official can’t take money for a personal service.” I walked around his desk, moving closer and smiling at him. Karla had told me he was a widower with a son, but he never came to the saloon. “I’m not sure what that man does to get satisfaction,” she said. Now, I sat on his desk and smiled my most charming smile. “I really gave my word to this woman that I would do whatever I could to find her husband, and I seem to be at a dead end.” “I’m sorry,” he said, unable to take his eyes off my breasts. “Perhaps you have an idea. I’m not worldly the way you are, sir, and your advice would mean so much to me. Seeing as you could do this task, as a favor to a friend — I know it is a lot to ask.” I pretended to wrack my brain. “Well, is it possible, do you think an exchange of favors might be more appropriate?” He swallowed. “It could be.” “We could arrange to be very discreet about the exchange.” “It would have to be… discreet.” I let my dangling leg brush his. “And I understand a man in your position, well, I imagine that people must constantly be trying to take advantage of you.” “Yes. They think they can demand anything. Anything at all, as if my time is not my own.” “If you agreed to do me this favor, I would hate to think of that worry in your mind, troubling. I mean, you don’t know me, and have no guarantee that I’d provide the kind of favor that your effort would be worth.” “That’s always a concern,” he said. I put the paper in his vest pocket and stroked his face. “If you have a back room where we could have some privacy, I’d be delighted to give you a little taste of what I am willing to provide you in return for this great favor.” His pulse was racing. “I’ll put out the closed sign.” He went to the door and put up a hand-lettered “OUT TO LUNCH”

The last thing Erik expects to see when he arrives in the mandatory Shifter class that the University had just set up that week is a bound hucow being rolled into the class like a human sacrifice. Their professor thinks hucows are made to be used and is offering her just for that purpose. Except he's wrong. She's not a toy to be used. She's precious and most importantly, she's his and he intends to make it clear right there in front of all his classmates. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "So, who wants to go first?" Professor Snow address the whole class. He raises his hand automatically and is pleased to note that none of the werewolves do. The professor frowns because everything he's heard about werewolves had told him that they would leap at the chance to breed hucows.  He doesn’t know that they can smell her. They know she belongs to someone. She's his. If they touch her, they're going to be answering to his pack and he's lucky there too, because his pack is strong and powerful, because he's an Alpha on his own and he can take ten werewolves his size without breaking a sweat. "Alright, Erik. Come on up. You can break her in so that the rest of your classmates can have a go." He would castrate them before they can get close to her. He pushes his chair back. Professor Snow yanks her blanket away, showing her off to everyone and briefly, he considers mauling them all. The werewolves avert their gazes politely, but the humans are salivating, several of them already hard as they imagine themselves in his shoes.

Anna has never dealt with change well. When Anna losses her Master, she panics and shifts into her cat form, hiding in her animal mind because she doesn't have to deal with grief if she's a cat. Except nobody tells the werewolf who had been tasked with taking care of her that she's not actually a cat.  It's not bad, being treated like an animal, though. He feeds her and pets her. Maybe she could just stay like this forever. Except she's human too and she has needs that has nothing to do with food and shelter. When she takes her human form, she surprises the Werewolf Alpha with her pale skin and cat ears and long, perfect tail.  He thought there was something wrong with him for being so drawn to the small kitten he has inherited from his father. When he sees her shift to her human form, he finally understands why the Wolf in him desires her so viscerally. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ She is mostly asleep when she hears a familiar voice at the door that follows a confused Shadow. The old woman marches in with all the wrath of an avenging god. Or in this case, a pissed off caretaker. Master Monty's primary caregiver is a terrifying woman and keeps order around the house with an iron fist. She must have been so sad when she came back from her son's graduation and found out that Master Monty had died in her absence.  "Melissa? What're you doing here?" Shadow sounds uncertain for the first time since she's been here. "How did you get in?" he continues, completely flummoxed. "The staff tell me that you took Anna with you," Melissa says and her ears perk up at the sound of her name. "Where is she?" Louder, she calls out, "Anna? Anna, darling. Where are you?" Melissa has a sweet spot for her. The older woman practically raised her. She's neither wolf nor cat. Her animal is a bear and she sorts of looks like one, though Anna was never brave enough to say it to her face. Melissa is as big as one, tall and broad with fat and muscle in equal parts and talks with an undertone of 'I can break your bones with my bare hands' that makes the animal side of her tremble and want to hide far, far away. But Melissa has always been kind to her. "It was in the will. She's important to the old man, I gather?" Shadow is attempting to make himself sound less surprised by the unexpected visit and get a hold of himself, but Anna can hear his heartbeat and he is a little scared. She wonders if Melissa raised him too. "Where is she?" Melissa doesn't wait for an answer, sniffing the air and following her nose until she is looking down at Anna, curled up inside of her little cage. "Mreowl," she whines up at the older woman, who lets out an outraged roar that echoes through the room and makes the walls vibrate. She wonders if the walls would crumble from the sheer power in her roar, but they only shake a little, holding firm. Anna has never seen Melissa shift before. She bends over and grabs her cage by the sides and breaks it apart like it's made of paper. It shatters, the fragments falling into her eyes. She closes her eyes and curls her tail around herself. "What're you doing, Melissa?!" Shadow is behind her. Melissa ignores him and shrinks back into her form. "Darling, how long have you been in there?" she asks, her voice softer than Anna has ever heard her before. "Come here, darling. You poor thing. Come here." She mewls and stumbles into Melissa's open arms, shifting as she unfurls from her little corner and she hears Shadow's sharp intake of breath. He backs away, eyes wide with shock. "I didn't know- I didn't know she's-" he starts but Melissa's rumbling purr drowns away whatever else he has to say. Anna hides her face in the larger woman's chest, finding comfort in her warmth. She feels safe here. Her arms and legs ache from being shifted for so long and it is nice to have fingers and toes again.

Ally is pretty sure she's going to die. She should never have wandered away from her friend. Now, werewolves have taken interest in her and are hunting her down in broad daylight. She's a weak - and probably delicious - rabbit, so it's only a matter of time before they catch her. There are only so many places she can hide in the city. That doesn't stop her from running as hard as her Shifter Rabbit heart can handle in hopes of escaping. She panics and shifts into her full rabbit form, white and fluffy and absolutely useless.  When she's captured, it's not by the werewolves who've cornered her in the first place but a strange Alpha Werewolf who's capable of shifting into a majestic wolf. She thinks he's here to save her, but he bends and lifts her up by the scruff of her neck and brings her home instead. Ally is still pretty sure she’s going to die. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Hello there.” The man looms in front of her, huge and terrifying. "What's a little thing like you doing out here all alone? Don't you know it's not safe for shifters like you out here?" "I um- I'm just here for the event," she stutters. "If you could point me in the direction of my hotel, that would be very helpful," she says, hoping her ears are properly tucked under her hair and they can't see them. Apparently city folks are weird about Shifters like her, which was why Darnell had been so wary about letting her out of the hotel. "Aren't you sweet?" The man sneers, looming in front of her, closing in and grabbing her wrist hard enough to hurt. "Please let go," she says, her heartbeat going too fast. "I- Please," she whimpers, eyes filling with tears. She can hold onto her shift easier now that she's older, but she's fast forgetting how to keep in control because she's really scared right now. "Why would I do that? Sweet little thing like you," he drawls, leaning in and licking a wet strip up her cheek. It's really gross and she pulls away, cheeks going bright red with humiliation. The other werewolves are closing in now too, trapping her between them to give her the feeling of prey being surrounded. It's terrifying. Her breath hitches and her eyes burn with tears. She wipes away the saliva on her cheek with the back of her hand. She doesn't like the way he smells like cigarette smoke. He yanks her close, pulling their bodies closer together and then he shifts partially so that his fingers turn into sharp claws right in front of her eyes. She thinks of hitting him and running away but she's outnumbered. She closes her eyes and grimaces when she feels him comb through her hair, tips of his claws cutting through her hair band like it's made of paper. Her hair tumbles out from the ponytail and her rabbit ears drop down. A whine escapes her throat. Her ears fold back, and she trembles quietly, panicking. "Jesus-" "Oh my god." "What the-" She closes her eyes, heart beating so hard she's afraid it would break through her rib cage and abandon her. "Aren't you just lovely," he grins and she can feel his breath on her cheek, burning hot and smelling like cigarette smoke and danger. Her ears are folded all the way back pressing into her ear so his words have a sort of echo to them. She yelps when he clutches her long ears in his palm and tugs her head back, exposing her bare neck to him and looking at her like he's trying to find the best place to slit her neck. It hurts to have her ears tugged like this. "You're going to catch a high price at the market. But maybe we can play with you a little before we send you there," he says, his voice dropping low. He leans in close, mouth parted a little bit like he's going to kiss her and the idea of his lips on hers makes her blood run cold. Her breath hitches and she loses control of her shift entirely. It happens between one breath and the next, her body shrinking so rapidly that his hold on her ears loosen enough for her to drop straight down onto the pavement. She runs, leaving behind her favorite dress and wh

This four-book collection features innocent young prey shifters falling prey to Alpha Werewolves. Here, you will find: Obedient Kitten When Theodore's friend dies unexpectedly, he bequests him a house and everything in it. Everything includes a young cat shifter, the lawyer says, eyes gleaming with greed and envy. Cat shifters are a rare species in a world ruled by humans and werewolves. They are considered precious and protected, and a half-shift like her? Well, she is worth tens of millions in the black market. Training Hucow The last thing Erik expects to see when he arrives in the mandatory Shifter class that the University had just set up that week is a bound hucow being rolled into the class like a human sacrifice. Their professor thinks hucows are made to be used and is offering her just for that purpose.  Except he's wrong. She's not a toy to be used. She's precious and most importantly, she's his and he intends to make it clear right there in front of all his classmates.  Abandoned Kitten When Anna losses her Master, she panics and shifts into her cat form, hiding in her animal mind because she doesn't have to deal with grief if she's a cat. Except nobody tells the werewolf who had been tasked with taking care of her that she's not actually a cat. It’s not too bad, living with the Werewolf, except she’s human too and have other needs that can’t be ignored.  Lost Little Rabbit Ally is pretty sure she's going to die. She should never have wandered away from her friend. Now, werewolves have taken interest in her and are hunting her down in broad daylight. She's a weak - and probably delicious - rabbit, so it's only a matter of time before they catch her. There are only so many places she can hide in the city. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Hello there.” The man looms in front of her, huge and terrifying. "What's a little thing like you doing out here all alone? Don't you know it's not safe for shifters like you out here?" "I um- I'm just here for the event," she stutters. "If you could point me in the direction of my hotel, that would be very helpful," she says, hoping her ears are properly tucked under her hair and they can't see them. Apparently city folks are weird about Shifters like her, which was why Darnell had been so wary about letting her out of the hotel. "Aren't you sweet?" The man sneers, looming in front of her, closing in and grabbing her wrist hard enough to hurt. "Please let go," she says, her heartbeat going too fast. "I- Please," she whimpers, eyes filling with tears. She can hold onto her shift easier now that she's older, but she's fast forgetting how to keep in control because she's really scared right now. "Why would I do that? Sweet little thing like you," he drawls, leaning in and licking a wet strip up her cheek. It's really gross and she pulls away, cheeks going bright red with humiliation. The other werewolves are closing in now too, trapping her between them to give her the feeling of prey being surrounded. It's terrifying. Her breath hitches and her eyes burn with tears. She wipes away the saliva on her cheek with the back of her hand. She doesn't like the way he smells like cigarette smoke. He yanks her close, pulling their bodies closer together and then he shifts partially so that his fingers turn into sharp claws right in front of her eyes. She thinks of hitting him and running away but she's outnumbered. She closes her eyes and grimaces when she feels him comb through her hair, tips of his claws cutting through her hair band like it's made of paper. Her hair tumbles out from the ponytail and her rabbit ears drop down. A whine escapes her throat. Her ears fold back, and she trembles quietly, panicking. "Jesus-" "Oh my god." "What the-" She closes her eyes, heart beating so hard she's afraid it would break through her rib cage and abandon her. "Aren't you just lovely," he grins and she can feel his breath on her cheek, burning hot and smelling like cigarette smoke and danger. Her ear

Take one unhappy groom about to make the worst decision ever and marry a cheating bridezilla carrying another man's baby, add one wedding planner slash ex-lover caught in the middle and Sierra has found herself in a disaster waiting to happen.  Sierra should never have taken up the job, but she couldn't say no, not with him looking at her like that.  When she finds out the truth, she goes to confront him and tell him to call the wedding off, but left alone for the first time, they lose themselves to their lust and desire. She's tied with ropes and whipped into submission, blindfolded and left for others to share, brought to such pleasures as she has never known before and honestly, this isn’t the kind of disaster that she had prepared herself for. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "Did you know he bites during sex? Have your lovers ever bitten you during sex before?" The woman blinks up innocently at Sierra through the mirror, but doesn't pause long enough for her to come up with an answer to the inappropriate question because she doesn't actually care. It's merely a dramatic pause so Sierra could act all surprised and ask for details, but Sierra doesn't actually care about details. Sierra wonders briefly if she could get paid for listening to the things that come out of her mouth. She could be one of those Anonymous Sources that appear in tabloid news articles. "Has he ever bitten you during sex?" she asks and Sierra lets that silence drag on until it becomes uncomfortable and she clears her throat before continuing like she hasn't asked the question at all. "Of course not," she dismisses the thought easily. "I suppose he only does it with me because we're engaged." She rubs the ring she's wearing and chews her lip like she's still considering the engagement and thinking of changing her mind or something. "It's rather horrible," she sighs, closing her eyes as Sierra twists her ponytail into a french braid, fingers trembling slightly from having to resist the urge to yank her hair. "The other day he wanted to tie me up. Can you believe it? It's so gross. I bet he never tried anything like that to his previous girlfriends." Sierra does the breathing exercise she's learned a few weeks ago when she started dealing with Jen. "I swear, he worships the ground I walk on. I mean-" She can't do this anymore. "Please keep your eyes and mouth close? I need to set your hair." She shakes the can several times and musters a smile for Jen, who seems crestfallen that Sierra isn't so affected by what she's saying. The sound of hairspray drowns out anything else she intends to say. She has to stop herself from using the spray forever just so that she didn't have to listen to her yap.

Ben was just trying to lose some weight. But tennis lessons with the club pro take a hot and sexy turn when the older woman recruits him for a grudge match against her long-time nemesis! Will victory on the court turn into a lusty romp between the sheets? Ingrid might be more than Ben can handle, but he is willing to try! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Are you insane?” Ben asked. “I don’t have five thousand dollars, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be spending it on a stupid bet on a tennis match!” “Twenty-five hundred,” Amanda replied absently. “That’s what your half would be. But don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll cover your half.” “I don’t know why you roped me into this in the first place.” Ingrid was tempted to point out that it had been Amanda, not her, who had brought Ben into the affair. But she doubted that would count for much. And besides, it was her own fault for losing her temper with the nasty little bitch. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “Amanda’s mouth has finally written a check her talent can’t cash. I’m going to enjoy whipping her tail.” “Yeah? And what if we lose?” Ben made a move toward the gate. “Forget it. I’m out.” Ingrid blinked, staring, then hurried after him. “Ben, wait! I need you! You can’t just…bail on me like this!” He turned, arms crossed. “Why not? I’m definitely not in your league.” He waved at the small figure of Amanda in the distance. “I’m not in her league, either, if she thinks she can beat you. I’m probably not even in her husband’s league. All I’m going to do is embarrass myself and cost you a lot of money.” “You don’t need to be in his league. Or her league. Or my league.” It suddenly occurred to Ingrid that Ben had never seen her demonstrate her skill on the court. “Here. Give me a ball.” He handed one over. “Now,” she said, bouncing it a couple of times. “Watch.” She tossed it up in the air. Rising on her toes, her arm swept back, then violently forward. As if it had been shot out of a cannon, the ball screamed across the net and hit the practice wall with a thud that resounded around the court. “Jesus.” Ben licked his lips. “How fast was that?” “About one hundred.” She shrugged against an ache in her shoulder. “I’m out of practice. Back when I was on tour, I could get it up to about one-fifteen.” She reached up and patted his cheek. “All you have to do is stay on your half of the court and return their serves. I’ll take care of the rest.” Ben looked down at his shoes. “I’m not sure if I can.” “You want some motivation?” she asked impatiently. “Twenty-five hundred bucks not good enough for you? Fine. If we win, I’ll let you screw me.” Ben’s mouth fell open. “What?” “Oh, stop it. You think I haven’t seen you staring at my legs and my chest?” Ingrid tilted her head and smiled. “And stop acting so weird. Sometimes a girl likes it when a fellow lets her know she still looks good.” “You look more than good,” he muttered. “You’re gorgeous.” “Well, let’s give you a little taste of what you’ll be getting,” she smiled. “After all, I can’t expect you to go in on faith alone.” “You don’t have to…” he started, as she came up next to him. But whatever he might have said next was cut off as she snuck her hand down the waistband of his heavy gray cargo shorts. “What are you doing?” he hissed. “Just relax,” she purred. “Don’t look around for anyone else, and don’t look guilty. I’m just helping you out with…your grip,” she sighed, as her fingers began to massage Ben’s manhood. “It’s a good thing you’ve lost all that weight,” she remarked, as he began to thicken. “Or there might not be enough room in here.”

When Bill and Mary discover that one of their close friends loves watching his wife having sex with other men, their erotic imaginations go wild. Soon they’re fantasizing about Mary having sex with total strangers. Then Bill discovers a resort that caters to hotwives and voyeuristic husbands! Will their marriage survive when their most exciting erotic fantasies start to come true? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Mary turned to me, “I guess our questions are about to be answered. Are you ready?” My wife was gorgeous—shiny dark hair, a face that could have easily graced the cover of a fashion magazine, and a spectacularly, perfect, naked body. Mary was excited, not only did her labored breathing give her away, but so did the glimmering, wet look between her legs. “You’re ready, Mary,” I said as she released her hold on my semi-hard member. “Let’s do it.” The resort featured walking paths which wandered through lawns that looked like a fine golf course. The paths continued through heavy, jungle-like foliage, interspaced with more manicured lawns and sandy areas with groves of widely spaced, palm trees. The effect was a visual stimulation. On our short walk, we passed one couple on a towel spread on the grass. She was a slim, blonde woman, I guessed in her mid-thirties. She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, as a large black man on top of her. She kept up a running commentary for the benefit of a man with a slight paunch, standing next to them. I took him to be her husband. “He’s so big, Mark,” she said as he pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her husband was stroking himself as he watched. “He’s already lasted longer than you can.” Her husband seemed to really like her last comment as he groaned and stroked even harder. As his wife wrapped her legs around the black man’s back, more people stopped to watch. She stopped talking as she concentrated on her black lover. Her husband had to release his erection turn away to calm himself down. After the black man finished and left, she lay on the blanket and asked the crowd if anyone wanted sloppy seconds. A young white man accepted her invitation and took his place between her thighs. As I put my arm around Mary’s shoulders, I could feel her shaking. “Bill, I’m so turned on right now. I’ve never seen anything like that. I want to be her. Are you okay with this?” We watched as the pale white butt rose and fell, pushing grunts out of the older woman. Her husband turned back to watch her new lover in action. The sight was too much for him as he finished on the grass near her head.  “If we stay, I’ll join her.” Mary pulled me away. “Let’s go to the bar by the beach.” As we walked away, Mary whispered to me, “I can feel the breeze on my thighs, they’re so wet.” Next to the outside bar was a casual eating area, serviced from the main restaurant. Tables and chairs had been set up on a wooden patio which featured a view of the beach and the endless ocean. Food and drink were also available on the beach as young, native waitresses moved around, order pads in hand. People were standing around the outside bar when we arrived, talking to each other or just watching the bodies on the beach. When Mary walked up, eyes focused on her. Two men turned to talk to my wife, and I moved away to look at the naked women sunbathing just a few feet away, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses. By the time I turned back to the bar, Mary was in deep conversation with a well-built, young, white man who was at the bar alone. I moved closer to them and ordered another drink. 

The no-holds-barred Hotwife Resort caters to voyeuristic men yearning to watch their wives having sex with other men…and women. Amanda and Josh think they know what they’re getting into—until they play Extremely Erotic Truth and Dare with two other couples and one well-endowed black man. But when Amanda falls hard for her sexy bull, it breaks Josh’s heart. Can he find a way to win her back? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I took my drink outside and sat back in my lounge chair to have a pity party for myself. I'd agreed to this arrangement. I’d agreed Amanda could sleep around, and all I could do was watch. What if she fell for somebody else? What is she fell in love and left me? Did I need to look at flights home? If I did leave the resort, should I even tell her? Would it be better if I just disappeared? And the most important question of all, if I felt so badly, why am I so excited? Do I want to feel the humiliation, jealousy, and pain of watching my wife with another man? Is that what I really want? It hit me then, like a gut punch. I… was… Amanda’s… cuckold. I couldn’t deny it any longer. In which case I should stay. I relished the idea of watching my wife have sex with another man. I could feel my heart squeezing at just the thought of another man pushing inside Amanda. I wanted to see it happen. I wanted to be humiliated by it. I didn't understand the strong feelings I was having, it was wrong, but I wanted it more than anything at that moment. I must have briefly fallen asleep. I woke up with a full bladder, and an urgent need to talk to my wife. I went in to use the bathroom off the master bedroom. The blanket next to the stairs was laying bunched up, it was hard to tell in the dark if anyone was there. I made my way quietly up the stairs. The bathrooms were connected to the bedrooms and I negotiated my way, still half asleep, in the partial darkness. My bare feet made no noise as I walked toward our bedroom at the end of the hall. “Oh… James… I don’t know… you might be too big for me,” it was my wife’s voice. She sounded excited. “Be gentl … oh, James.” I pressed my body to the wall next to the door and peeked around the corner. My urge to urinate was gone, but my excitement remained. I wrapped my fist around myself, both to keep it from hitting the edge of the door and because it felt so good. James was laying on the near edge of the bed, his legs on the floor and his back on the mattress. I could just see how shockingly long he was when held by my petite wife. She was standing next to him with her legs spread, licking his him while he stroked her between the thighs. “I know what you want, Amanda. You’ve been looking at me from the time you arrived,” James had his hands on her hips, trying to draw her closer. “Oh… James, I really want to… but Josh wants,” she had to stop talking when he moved his hand to stroke her faster. “I’m so… Josh wants… to watch… the first time.” I wanted to shout, “I’m watching.” I had one hand on myself and the other on the doorframe. “Just let me touch it… like I did before.” My wife stroked him. She tried to wrap her tiny married hand around his immense shaft. “You can’t even get your hand all the way around it, can you?” he asked her. “Tell me what it feels like to hold.” “It feels so hot and…alive, James. I’m holding a thick, living, thing.” She said again. “I’m holding another man.” She was savoring the sentence. “I’m touching my wedding ring to you. Does that make me a cheater?” “It makes you a hotwife. Touch me with your ring again.” I watched my wife change her grip on his phallus. He was so long and thick, her fing

Arriving in Santa Fe with Maria and Carmen, Jill connects with Jake. He introduces her to his world—taking advantage of the boom brought by the new railroad by catering to the sexual desires of the traveling businessmen. Soon they are all at work, whoring at the hotel and doing special events, such as putting on a sex show with Lis at a local cathouse. Through it, she learns that Santa Fe is still something of a backwater. The boom will fade once the scramble for contracts spurred by railroad money is over.  Lis is disillusioned with Jake, who acts more as her pimp.  When she starts meeting special clients, sent by the ambitious Gina, Jill learns the woman wants to become a major influence by satisfying the secret lusts of politicians. In many cases, the profit Gina envisions is murkier than just money. She is more interested in the leverage that favors, and secrets offer. When Warren Lewis shows up from Chicago, he’s got work for her too, and his newest ideas are even more dramatic. He wants her to seduce a man who is evaluating contract bids. There is specific information the man has he wants. If Jill does what Warren wants, it opens new doors. It will change both how and where she works. But no matter what she chooses, her path doesn’t alter one fact: she remains a western whore. And to Little Jill, that’s a good thing. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ As the stage rolled down the dusty streets of Santa Fe, my first look at the city made my heart sink a little. The Spanish architecture was lovely, but the city looked disappointingly sleepy. The streets were dirt and a few prosperous looking businesses lining them were mixed in with hovels and shabby bodegas.  Santa Fe was supposed to be a city, and after all the bright things Jake and Lis had told me about the city, I’d let myself expect far too much. I’d expected Santa Fe to be more like the cities I’d seen back east. Thinking of coming here to work with my friends, knowing they were special and were boosters of this city, made me assume the place would have an elegance.  The truth was, Santa Fe was an important crossroad, but otherwise just another western town. On top of that, all three of us felt a little lightheaded as the stage pulled in. The driver had warned us that this city was at high altitude. “Higher than Denver,” he said. “Over seven thousand feet.” Carmen and Maria, the Mexican girls who had decided to move to Santa Fe with me, were delighted with what they saw. As we passed a fancy saloon, Carmen leaned out and took a good look. “Nice place,” she said. “I already like this place more than Wolf Crossing.” “And forget about Lizard Creek,” Maria added, laughing. I saw her point. This saloon was a giant step up from the saloons in both places, and there were more potential clients, people of means walking the streets. The three of us were whores, so that mattered. Nicer places to meet clients and more clients who were more than ranch hands. “This is too delicious!” Those were Jake’s welcoming words when he saw us getting off the stage. His voice sounded sweet to my ears. “It’s great to be here,” I told him.  His eyes smiled when I made the introductions. “A sister act?” he said, sounding hopeful. I nodded. “Separate or together, they are ready to go.”  That made his eyes sparkle, and he wasn’t the only one happy with the introductions. Carmen, wide-eyed, brushed her body up against Jake and looked up at his shoulder-length hair. “You didn’t tell us how good looking your friend Jake is,” she said. I laughed. “Of course not. If I’d told you that, you’d have been screaming at the driver to go faster for the whole trip.” “Jill said you have work for us,” Maria said. “Good pay for hot fucking?” He looked her up and down. “Oh, hell yes.” Jake and his wife Lis were in the same line of work we were in, but they had an actual business—offering high-end sexual entertainments for a select and wealthy clientele. They’d been returning to Santa Fe when I was first headed west. We m

The Hotwife Resort was the most exciting place in the world! “No holds barred” took on a whole new meaning when Mary enjoyed explosive sex with hot black studs while her husband eagerly watched. Now she can’t forget those intensely erotic memories. In desperation, she finds satisfaction on a Sybian machine, and encourages her girlfriends to take a ride on the wild side while her husband watches!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~A week later Alice and I were sitting in my living room, sipping wine, and chatting. She was clearly nervous as I poured her another glass.My crafty husband had placed small “spy-shop” cameras around the house, so he could watch from the garage. We’d placed the Sybian so Alice would be facing our closet. The sliding closet door had been left open about two inches and one of the tiny cameras was in the opening, at ground level. I hoped Bill enjoyed himself.“You’re nervous. Is it because I’ll be here with you?”“No, I want you here. You’re my security blanket,” she said, patting my arm. “I’m ready to try it.” Alice picked up a bag she’d bought with her and followed me up the stairs. “Where’s Bill?” she asked.“He’s somewhere. We won’t be bothered,” I told her, careful not to tell an actual lie.Alice did the same thing I had done—walked around the machine, touching it, and putting on the attachments. She’d purchased the medium, regular dildo.Moments later, Alice came out of the bathroom, trying to cover herself with both hands.“I know, I know. We’re both woman, but still…” she said, dropping her hands and kneeling by the machine. “What do I do?”After spreading lube on the dildo and herself, Alice spread her legs and straddled the machine.“Do I have to be facing the mirror?” she asked.“There’s only so much room and so many outlets.” We had a small bedroom with only room for the bed, one nightstand, and a dresser. The space facing the closet was about all there was.“Okay,” she said as she lowered herself.I turned the rotation on first, just like Bill had done my first time. I watched as Alice’s abdomen shook.“Oh, wow, that feels pretty good,” she said before I increased the speed....